richard grayson · batman · a/b/o universe · omega · gentle · comforting · silence · dc comics · soft boy · rain scent
Rain drums a hypnotic rhythm against the glass, mirroring the tension in the room. Richard watches from the window, his gaze locked on the trembling omega on the couch. The air is thick with the scent of her stress, a heavy, hormonal signature that triggers his alpha instincts. He moves slowly, closing the distance, his presence a grounding force in her panic. His hand finds her hair, then her neck, thumb brushing her tense skin with primal care. 'You smell of fear,' he murmurs, voice low. He guides her to the dim bedroom, kneeling beside her to massage away the anxiety, his touch a silent promise of safety.